My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Sir, Madam!"

As soon as our feet touched the ground, the servants dressed in uniform bowed at us respectfully. They wore black and white Victorian-styled outfits, as if they had walked right out of the last century.

I looked at Hendrix. He looked calm and collected as he finally reached the main hall after passing through the long corridor.

The main hall's decor was elegant and extravagant, and every detail was meticulously crafted.

On the leather sofa, two proud figures sat side by side. This was the first time I had seen Hendrix's mother, Suanne, face to face.

She sat next to Nathan with a smile. Her hair was long and black, her skin white as snow as if forever frozen in the age of old photos. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Ah Hendrix, you both are finally here. Please take a seat," Suanne raised her hand and gestured for us to sit.

she did not look that much older that I was,

as if

on his newspaper, and had no intention of talking to us. Suanne was a little far from him, but it seemed that they were on different sides, not communicating much. The importance of a mother was beyond words. I was worried about Hendrix's mood, so I secretly tugged at

for about two or three minutes before Nathan slowly placed the newspaper on the

you,

still remember

voice was flat, like a military instructor who was interrogating a

something from

with a smile, "Only

husband. I naturally can't make a fool of myself and

of mockery, but did not answer. Suanne then said to me gently, "You still call me by name. It's time

was stunned and then decided to obediently listen to her, "Dad,

we had to meet each other every now and then; we needed to keep the family harmonious before we could